That 2 a.m. could have been perfect.
We had the whole town
for ourselves.
Lamp posts flickering,
icy wind blowing,
into your curly hair,
my heart throbbing
as you started giggling.
Until you gave me
your picture,
half-smiling,
something for me
to remember.
As the dawn started breaking
we walked into the mist.
I, forever wondering
why we choose the silence,
the awkward hours
before morning
to say the things we had to
and need to---
say, and not say.
We connect
with these awkward moments
to ease ourselves
to justify words we say
and hurts us anyway.
